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Tonight, she was all giggly and happy and bubbly and jumpy.
They were drunk. Again.
And somehow, she ended up pressed on the wall with him carrying her.
Her noses touched, their breaths fanning each other.
He feigned obliviousness, and said "hm, I don't know what to do now"
She rolled her eyes.
"God, just kiss me already."
And so they did.
That was the only thing they did the whole night.
They kissed until they couldn't breathe and their lips were swollen and they didn't care about anything for a second in the world.
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Destruction
Romance[SHORT STORY #467] maybe destruction was inevitable. they both knew that. and they both blamed it on something they swore they would never believe in. Love.